"She ought to go back to England," Jackson Lemon said, after a pause.
"She ought never to have come."
"It was not my proposal, God knows!" Jackson answered, rather sharply.
"Mamma could never know what it really is," said his wife.
"No, it has not been as yet what your mother supposed! Herman Longstraw wants to marry her. He has made me a formal proposal. I met him half an hour ago in Madison Avenue, and he asked me to come with him into the Columbia Club. There, in the billiard-room, which to-day is empty, he opened himself—thinking evidently that in laying the matter before me he was behaving with extraordinary propriety. He tells me he is dying of love, and that she is perfectly willing to go and live in Arizona."
"So she is," said Lady Barb. "And what did you tell him?"
"I told him that I was sure it would never do, and that at any rate I could have nothing to say to it. I told him explicitly, in short, what I had told him virtually before. I said that we should send Agatha straight back to England, and that if they had the courage they must themselves broach the question over there."
"When shall you send her back?" asked Lady Barb.
"Immediately; by the very first steamer."
"Alone, like an American girl?"
